Today I realized, honestly, I’m never going to be able to get along with most people. I’m always going to have to just put up with being mostly alone, around most people, most of the time, except for the few strange ones like me. I mean I realized it before, but I thought things had changed, because I was older. [Sitting at a dinner with my family, and friends for my sisters’ college graduation I had the strange feeling that limiting the conversation to TV shows, wasn’t going to cut it. How can I suddenly talk about philosophy, or something strange and discursive or wandering. I’ll never have what they all have together, a common way of speaking. I’d prefer to break out and talk about some art or poetry, or just about magical possibilities or imagination—instead..